July 27, 2001

Inside His Balding Head, the Freak Flag Still Flies

By MELVIN JULES BUKIET

Once I had it down to here, down to there, shoulder-length or longer, but that was then. Nowadays I've got to look in the mirror at just the right angle to see the few precious strands that remain.

Being follicularly challenged doesn't really bother me. I've never considered transplants or Rogaine or shoe polish on the pate. On the other hand, I do tend to wear headgear -- most frequently logoless baseball caps, but also narrow-brimmed fishermen's hats and, on special occasions, a